The Returning Ex

The Returning Ex Chapter 188

It was apparent that Sophia was still under the influence of alcohol, as her sense of time was muddled, which made her think that they were still bound to each other in a marriage that ate away at their patience. Anxiety kicked in while she was still immersed in her own world, thus she looped her arms around his neck before kissing him.

If there was ever a reason that rich individuals had a higher probability of cheating on their partners compared to those who were poor, whomever that decided to step in between the married couple would be to blame. Besides, those who stepped in tended to have good looks, which made it hard for men to resist the temptation.

Such was John’s predicament. Logically, he knew he should push her away, as he should stop associating himself with her. The fact that they were still living under the same roof was already inappropriate in itself, while physical intimacy would only further complicate matters.

However, thoughts were merely thoughts, as he had a hard time restraining himself, which led him to fall onto the bed with Sophia in his arms while she begged in a low voice, “John, can you not dislike me?”

Her words came as a shock to him while he was overwhelmed by uncomfortable feelings. “I never did.” Which was the truth, as he merely thought that they were incompatible. In fact, they were only ever in sync when it came to sex and nothing else, for she was never his type from the very beginning.

Sophia seemed so happy about it, as if having gotten his promise, so she was being cooperative. That wasn’t their first time having sex. John reached out to turn off the lights before opening up in the dark, “Please don’t blame me.”

“It’s okay. I never did blame you.” Unwary of what he truly meant, she let slip a chuckle before kissing him again.

The dark was where dark desires bred, in which mumbles and sounds of tangled limbs could be heard even from outside the room. It was the only way for John to let loose his desires of wanting her.

Meanwhile, Sophia kept on telling him she liked him while in a muddled state of mind, which John didn’t take seriously, as he figured she was but a drunken woman who couldn’t tell where and when she was, so she could only ever spout nonsense. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

After a prolonged period of movement, they finally fell asleep, with Sophia holding onto his arm as she slept soundly. On the other hand, John woke up after a short nap before checking the time to realize that he needed to go to work.

She had her arms around his waist, while her legs were tangled with his, and her face was snuggled against his chest as she slept soundly. It was thus he had to push her away slowly to get out of bed and reach for his clothes. After that, he returned to his room for a shower.

They seemed to get more chances for physical contact after their divorce, which John was beginning to get used to, thus didn’t have much thoughts about it. After tidying himself, he went downstairs and drove himself to the company.

While Sophia was still deep in slumber, she began dreaming after he left. The dream itself was chaotic, as it presented her with scenes of John pressing on top of her while doing all sorts of embarrassing things to her.

He even went against his seemingly aloof nature to tell her some sweet nothings, which pleased her enough for her to smile in her dreams.

Hunger awakened her when noon came, while her sleep-addled brain failed to recognize where she was when she woke to the chandelier in the room.

She was lying in bed with the blanket kicked aside, while a frown formed on her face when she slowly moved her hands across her body to realize that she was stark naked.

This shouldn’t be, as I have a habit of sleeping with my clothes on, Sophia figured as she scanned her surroundings while lying in bed before sitting up on it.

She was in her room, that much she knew, but she couldn’t recall how she got in there. Something felt off about her body when she lowered her gaze to check on herself, which caused her to hiss in disappointment as she wondered if something had happened while she was drunk.